instant I’d be welcome, I’d have done it, but I’d obviously disturbed a very private moment indeed, and when I finally managed to tear myself away it was to move carefully back down the stairs.
Outside in the street I let myself lean against the wall, my breathing ragged as I struggled to make sense of what I’d seen. I’d had no idea Mr Scott was gay, let alone Magnus, or, rather, bisexual, as Mr Scott had been married for twenty years and had grown-up children, while there had been nothing false about the way Magnus had handled me. Yet I could understand him wanting to suck Magnus off, out of sheer awe for his size and virility, even if he had no desire whatsoever for an emotional relationship with another man.
That made sense, or, at least, it was the only explanation I was prepared to accept, but I still felt betrayed. After all, I was open-minded and Magnus could have told me. On the other hand, I hadn’t told him about Charlie, which was really no different. In fact, it was exactly the same, which made it much easier to play down the negative side of my feelings as I started back towards the building.
Up in my flat, I was still too bemused even to play with Morrison, but had a quick shower, pulled on a fresh pair of knickers and a nightie, then collapsed into bed.
Only as I lay there in the darkness did my arousal slowly start to win through against my other emotions. I’d never seen a man suck another’s cock before, and there was something immensely compelling about it. Mr Scott’s face had been perfectly illuminated, as strong and as masculine as ever, and yet he’d had his mouth wide around Magnus’s cock, a man stronger and more masculine still. I wondered how Mr Scott had felt, with his mouth agape around a cock presumably far bigger than his own. Sucking a man’s cock had always been a dirty act to me and I’d have been deeply ashamed of myself, even though it would have been an essential part of my pleasure. Surely he should have been more ashamed still, to take another man’s cock in his mouth and suck on it, feeling it start to swell, knowing he was giving pleasure he would normally have taken from a woman, and, worst of all, making another man come and swallowing down his spunk?
I couldn’t stop myself. My hand had gone down my panties and I was fiddling with my cunt even as I used the other to tug my nightie up over my tits. I had to come, and not over the elaborate fantasies I’d had building up in my head all day, but over the memory of my boss sucking my boyfriend’s cock. He’d been on his knees, just like I had, with his hand between his legs, just like I had. Presumably he’d been masturbating, although I hadn’t been able to see his cock, and that was what tipped me over the edge, imagining one strong powerful man so overwhelmed by the sheer masculinity of another that he was prepared to go down on his knees and suck cock while he pulled on his own.
My back arched, my muscles started to contract and I was coming, with the image of what I’d seen fixed firmly in my head, and only as I subsided slowly into the softness of my sheets did I wonder how I was going to look Mr Scott in the eye the next morning, never mind Magnus when I met him for our date.
Chapter Twelve
What hadn’t occurred to me at all at the time, but which I found more than a little irritating when it came to mind the next morning, was that Mr Scott was a hypocrite. He was the one responsible for the wording of my contract, and he was the one who was always stressing how important it was for me not to do anything that might tarnish the company image, as I told Morrison. ‘And what does he do? He goes down on my boyfriend!’
Morrison did not approve, but then he very seldom approved of anything, unless it involved doing horrible things to me.
I went on, warming to my theme. ‘And who knows how long it’s been going on? All this time I’ve been playing Miss Goody-Two-Shoes – well, most of the time
Outside in the street I let myself lean against the wall, my breathing ragged as I struggled to make sense of what I’d seen. I’d had no idea Mr Scott was gay, let alone Magnus, or, rather, bisexual, as Mr Scott had been married for twenty years and had grown-up children, while there had been nothing false about the way Magnus had handled me. Yet I could understand him wanting to suck Magnus off, out of sheer awe for his size and virility, even if he had no desire whatsoever for an emotional relationship with another man.
That made sense, or, at least, it was the only explanation I was prepared to accept, but I still felt betrayed. After all, I was open-minded and Magnus could have told me. On the other hand, I hadn’t told him about Charlie, which was really no different. In fact, it was exactly the same, which made it much easier to play down the negative side of my feelings as I started back towards the building.
Up in my flat, I was still too bemused even to play with Morrison, but had a quick shower, pulled on a fresh pair of knickers and a nightie, then collapsed into bed.
Only as I lay there in the darkness did my arousal slowly start to win through against my other emotions. I’d never seen a man suck another’s cock before, and there was something immensely compelling about it. Mr Scott’s face had been perfectly illuminated, as strong and as masculine as ever, and yet he’d had his mouth wide around Magnus’s cock, a man stronger and more masculine still. I wondered how Mr Scott had felt, with his mouth agape around a cock presumably far bigger than his own. Sucking a man’s cock had always been a dirty act to me and I’d have been deeply ashamed of myself, even though it would have been an essential part of my pleasure. Surely he should have been more ashamed still, to take another man’s cock in his mouth and suck on it, feeling it start to swell, knowing he was giving pleasure he would normally have taken from a woman, and, worst of all, making another man come and swallowing down his spunk?
I couldn’t stop myself. My hand had gone down my panties and I was fiddling with my cunt even as I used the other to tug my nightie up over my tits. I had to come, and not over the elaborate fantasies I’d had building up in my head all day, but over the memory of my boss sucking my boyfriend’s cock. He’d been on his knees, just like I had, with his hand between his legs, just like I had. Presumably he’d been masturbating, although I hadn’t been able to see his cock, and that was what tipped me over the edge, imagining one strong powerful man so overwhelmed by the sheer masculinity of another that he was prepared to go down on his knees and suck cock while he pulled on his own.
My back arched, my muscles started to contract and I was coming, with the image of what I’d seen fixed firmly in my head, and only as I subsided slowly into the softness of my sheets did I wonder how I was going to look Mr Scott in the eye the next morning, never mind Magnus when I met him for our date.
Chapter Twelve
What hadn’t occurred to me at all at the time, but which I found more than a little irritating when it came to mind the next morning, was that Mr Scott was a hypocrite. He was the one responsible for the wording of my contract, and he was the one who was always stressing how important it was for me not to do anything that might tarnish the company image, as I told Morrison. ‘And what does he do? He goes down on my boyfriend!’
Morrison did not approve, but then he very seldom approved of anything, unless it involved doing horrible things to me.
I went on, warming to my theme. ‘And who knows how long it’s been going on? All this time I’ve been playing Miss Goody-Two-Shoes – well, most of the time
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